A/N; Okay, I'm ready to kill somebody. This is the third time I'm re-doing my author's note. One in the morning - didn't save. Then again in my Studio Art class - didn't save. Anyways, OMG. New chapter! Well, sorry to say, don't be so excited. This is just a lead-up into the next two chapters, which is where the real drama begins. That's when everyone meets the girl at the U.N. conference.

A/N2; Also I have many reasons why this is late. One; I got my first laptop - Squee! Two; This whole month, especially this week, has been really Hetalia. My and my otaku friends found a guy in our school who looks exactly like Estonia, a dude who looks like Japan, and a France. We all now have a habit of sending each other Hetalia notes by stuffing pieces of paper with Hetalia drawn all over it into each other lockers. There was a cultural day at our school too, and they put up every country's flag. Of course, we just HAD to take pictures, discuss Hetalia scenes and cosplay. Good times...and lastly, I went insane and bought a bunch of manga including the second Hetalia manga book.

A/N3; So, yah. Next chapter will be up next week. I had a bit of writer's block for Germany's opening scene so I used music to help. I do not have an obsession with the song; Celos Remix by Fanny Lu Ft. JKing Maximan. Check it out, it's good for writer's block, really. Translations at the bottom.

A/N4; Damn, too many authors notes. Sorry for all my hogwash. I reviewed the chapter and fixed it. Sorry, I just posted the chapter quickly 'cause I had to run off to dance class and I didn't get to look at it really. 'Getting a salsa routine.

Disclaimer: I still trying to steal England's magic spell book to make it possible that I own Hetalia. No luck so far...

Sunlight shone through the cotton yellow curtains and glistened on the glass coffee table in the foyer, a certain German sat on a brick red, leather couch. The blonde sighed as he mulled over the day's events so far. He had woken up with Italy next to him, mumbling half asleep about pasta, and naked no less. To get dressed and out of the house was like pulling teeth and when they finally got to the North American-European trade conference Ludwig's day became even more stressful. America wouldn't stop with his stupid ideas. Russia sat on um…who was that again? And when it couldn't possibly get any worse, his bruder decided to flirt with Feliciano. This made Romano furious and he had to scold his bruder while dealing with two Italians; one crying a Red Sea and one about to assassinate him on the spot. Gilbert then groped Austria, almost died at the hands of Hungary's frying pan and ran off to join his two equally troublesome friends to God knows where.

Germany sighed once more and went back to reading his book. He just hoped the rest of the day would go a bit more smoothly than the morning. Italy was currently in the kitchen cooking pasta – no surprises there. But to be truthful, it was nice to have someone around, even if they were…what's the word to describe it? Hyperactive? Weak? Well, even if they were, well, Italy.

The said European nation looked out of the old world-styled dining room, and poked his head past the wall, to see what Germany was doing.

"Ve! Doistu! Vieni qui! Il pranzo è pronto! I made Fettuccine!"

Ludwig laid the book on the coffee table and got up. "Ja, ja. I'm coming Italia."

Germany slowly made his way through the foyer past the front door and entered the next room through a large archway. The table was made of beautiful cherry oak, the chairs had the same design and a small layer of plush red leather. The floor was made of yellowing tiles and the curtains perfectly matched the style of it all. He took a seat across from Italy's place setting – if it was possible, due to the table being round.

Feliciano was rummaging through some of the cupboards, looking for old spices he hadn't used in awhile and other trinkets. He pulled some embroidered napkins from a miniature linens closet at the far end for the room and came back to the aged table. Italy gave set the spices down and started to lay out the napkins when the phone rang.

'Rinnng Rinnng Rinnng'

Italy looked up from his task. "Ve, I wonder who that is…"

Germany got up with a grunt and strode over to the phone near the entrance. Italy rushed past him and picked it up. The redhead was immediately greeted by an obviously irritated voice.

"Ludvig? Ludvig! I vant to discuss something vith you right now! Ludvig!"

Italy smiled. He knew exactly who the voice belonged to. "Ve, Ciao Mr. Austria! It's so lovely outside today, no?" There was a small silence but not for long.

"Italia! Italia get off ze phone! I must speak to Ludvig zis instance!"

Italy didn't have time to respond as the phone was pulled from his fingers. He leaned near Ludwig and listened carefully as his friend and Austria began to converse.

"Ludvig! Ludvig! Are you listening?"

"Ja, Ich bin höre Ihnen zu."

A small sigh came from the other side of the line. "Gut. Do you know vhat I found when I vhent to scold your brother on his vulgar ways?" Germany's eyes widened ever so slightly. Bitte Gott, bitte it's not porno. He'd never let me hear ze end of it. "Vhat did you find?" Ludwig's ear almost pealed off at the volume of Austria's next few comments.

"He vas vith France, Spain und a girl! At first because of her disheveled appearance und horrible blond highlight I had mistaken for a prostitute, but nein! She is currently staying vith England und Amerika!"

Germany shook his head and face-palmed. " Österreich, many humans have stayed in my house und other nation's houses over ze many years I have lived. It is nothing new."

Roderich scoffed. "Ja, I know of zhat. But she is only a young commoner yet she knows vhat v'e are. Zhat is a violation!" Those last few words gave way to a long, unsettling silence. Ludwig coughed. "Ah, um. Ja…"

Roderich made his objective very clear; "I hope you vhill take care of zhis." Italy looked up at Germany with an unsettling feeling in his heart, then back to the phone in his friend's hands. "Ve…Doitsu…." Germany gave a not so reassuring nod.

"Ja, vhell. I vhill take care of-" But Austria left him no time to think the situation through. "Gut. Stellen Sie sicher, dieses Problem zu lösen."

Click. And that was the end of it – no discussion. Italy tugged on Germany's sleeves with a worried face that was so rarely seen on the Mediterranean country. "Ve…Doitsu….what are you going to do? What about la ragazza?" Ludwig placed the phone on the receiver and hid his face in his hands. Was it really this hard to have a normal day?

"I shall talk to Amerika und England about it at the U.N. Conference zhis vheek."

"Ve…But Doitsu, that meeting is in a week…."

Germany sighed for the tenth time today. "Ja, I know. Now please, can v'e eat?"

Italy immediately brightened at the thought of pasta. "Si!" he squealed and ran off to the dinning room at 60 miles per hour. Germany followed close by but the phone ran once again. He quickly picked it up not wanting to keep the Italian waiting.

"Hallo, Deutschland zu sprechen."

"こんにちはドイツ。私はあなたの頼みもいいですか？"

"Ah, Hallo Japan. Vhat is zhis favor you vhould like me to do?"

"May I come over to your house today, Doitsu?"

"Sicher, but, vhat for?"

"…..There is something that I must tarlk to you about. And I might need your herlp with this."

Quickly checking the dinning room to see if Italy was distracted with setting the table – which was affirmative – Germany agreed to Japan's request and set a time for the 'meeting'. Kiku would be coming over in about an hour since his New York house in Greenwich Village was close to theirs. All he hoped was that it wasn't anymore bad news.

About An Hour Later

Japan had left his house no more than forty minutes ago and was now on his way to Germany's place. He heard Italy calling his old friend to dinner over the phone and realized this was going to be like their Axis Powers meetings all over again. The only part different would be the fact that they were in New York City and not stranded on an unknown island. Even thought he wore a thick scarf like Russia, the February seemed to still be able to get through his clothes and give him chills. Germany's house was coming in sight causing Kiku to speed walk through the crowds of New York. He reached the stoop of his old allies' house and knocked quietly twice. A stern face adorned with piercing blue eyes quickly greeted him; "Hallo Japon," Ludwig led Japan into his abode, "Veeh just finished lunch. Vould you like something?"

Japan shook his head lightly. "いや、ありがとう。Herro Itaria." He wove a small, pale hand to the Italian in the foyer. Italy jumped up from his spot on the couch and sped towards the little Asian nation. He was almost squeezed to death by the brunette's sudden surge of energy.

"Ciao Giappone! Ve! How are you!"

Kiku couldn't think straight due to the amount of touchy-feely going on. He face heated up and was most likely red as one of Antonio's tomatoes. "I-I-I-I-Itaria! お願い, やめなさい！"

Feliciano finally put him down and apologized. All three headed into the foyer and took seats - Italy in the lead. The Italian jumped into his seat and patted the open seat next to him, signaling to Germany to take a seat. Japan on the other hand, walked in slowly and decided to take a seat across from the Europeans. Ludwig looked at Kiku and wasted no time getting straight to the point; "So, Japan. Vhy are you here?"

Kiku nodded and began his story;

"Ah, はい。さて、my day was nomual untirl Igirisu-san came over. He asked for my herlp and expurained that had a young girul staying with him but she was kiddunapped by Furansu-san, Supain-san, and your bruother – Puroshia-san. I need to return her to Igirisu-san and I would like your herlp."

Germany thought about it for a minute, and then something occurred to him. Didn't Austria say that the girl he had seen was currently staying with England and America? And yet the girl Japan was looking for was a girl England asked him to look for. If this was the same child that they were looking for, this situation could prove to be more trouble than it was worth.

"Japan," he started, "did England give you a description of zhe girl?" Japan paused for a minute.

"He said to rook for a burondu sutreaku."

Every so slowly, Italy's eyes opened leaving Germany and Japan staring. Feliciano looked towards Ludwig; "Ve…Doitsu, the girl Austria told you about also has a blond streak…" Kiku glanced at Germany, Italy and then Germany again. "Doitsu-san…What did Ausutria-san tell you?"

Germany coughed and began to explain of how Italy and he were about to sit down to lunch when Austria had called. He explained the way Austria sounded flustered and irritated from the other side of the phone line and how he demanded that Ludwig do something about soon as possible.

Japan stood up and bowed in gratitude to his long time friends. "Sank kyuu. I shall sree you at the upucoming U.N. meeting."

"Ve Come again Giappone!"

Japan was led to the door and seen out. They said their adieus and as Germany and Italy went back their regular routine, Japan headed home. Kiku knew that tomorrow was to be a long one but he had to prepare no matter how tired he was. His visit to Austria's wasn't going to be easy.

MWH

Austria slammed he phone into the receiver, more irritated than ever.

"Dummkopf!"

As he walked back to the music room, he calmed himself to appear as if nothing had happened. Roderich lightly pushed the doors open to reveal Hungary with the girl asleep in her lap. Elizabeta was running her hand through the girl's hair when she looked up at Austria. She gave a small smile; "She fell asleep, poor thing. She must be horribly tired."

Roderich nodded and huffed. "Ja. Put her to bed and I vhill vake her vhen it is time for dinner."

Hungary lifted the girl into a bridal style and walked past Austria, leaving him to himself. Out the music room, past the dinning and living area, and through the hallway, she got to the room where she had first undressed the child and slowly pushed the door open with her foot due to a lack of free hands. She lifted up the sheets and placed the girl down on the little bed that resided in the room. Tucking the child in, her mind wondered to other thoughts. …Her scars…I should tell Mr. Austria of them… She shook her head and pushed the thought away for later – dinner wasn't going to make itself. Hungary dimmed the lights and walked out of the room, pulling the door shut with her. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

Translations;

[Vieni qui! Il pranzo è pronto! ] Come here! Lunch is ready!

[Ja, Ich bin höre Ihnen zu.] Yes, I'm listening to you.

[Gut.] Good.

[Bitte Gott] Please God.

[Österreich] Austria

[Gut. Stellen Sie sicher, dieses Problem zu lösen .] Good. Make sure to solve this problem.

[La ragazza] The girl.

[Hallo, Deutschland zu sprechen.] Hello, Germany speaking.

[こんにちはドイツ。私はあなたの頼みもいいですか？ ] Hello Germany. May I ask you for a favor?

[Sicher] Sure.

[Ciao Giappone!] Hi Japan!

[お願い, やめなさい !] Please, stop!

[はい。さて ...] Yes. Well...

[Dummkopf!] Stupid head!

Damn. For a small chapter, this had alot to copy and paste. Tell me if anything is wrong.

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